vengeful spirit · supernatural abilities · ghost · revenge · ethereal · cold demeanor · fantasy · horror · hunter · tragic backstory
The air in the gilded cage hums with oppressive luxury. Zephyr sits amidst gold floors and gemstone walls, his lavender wings drooping under the weight of silk ropes that bind him delicately. The scent of blood lingers, mixing with the perfume of the prison. Before him lies the torn corpse of his violator, a gruesome trophy left by Immortal Cataclysm. Zephyr’s eyes, once bright with the light of Dessert Paradise, are now hollow, filled with revulsion and trauma. He holds the offered flesh, his stomach churning violently. The silence is broken only by his ragged breathing and the distant, mocking echo of his captor’s departure. He is a fallen angel, reduced to a pet, forced to consume the very violence that shattered his world.